-Just a Little Bit of Energy…-
A few days later…
It was the crackle of static that gave her away—that one, brief moment of less-than-silence.
"I know you're there."
Then the silence continued until Vi thought maybe she had been mistaken. Wishful thinking and all that. Or perhaps craziness was catching…
Finally, a voice said, "Well you're a little late, Fathands. I've been here for days now." Warped, distorted, but definitely Jinx.
"I'm not going to lie, that's pretty creepy."
"You know me." She could practically see the smirk on the bluette's face. "Nice place you got here, by the way."
… What.
Sure enough big, muddy footprints had been tracked across her foyer—the kind that could only be left by boots.
Seriously, why did the pinkette even have an A.I? Emma apparently saw it fit to let whomever into the penthouse whenever they wanted.
Vi followed the trail past her living room, where the TV had been left on, the 'game over' screen of one of her games laughing evilly, and into the kitchen…
Jinx was sitting on her counter, sipping what appeared to be a fruit smoothie of some sort, judging from the tropical mess on the island at the center of the room, and chatting amicably with the aforementioned A.I.
Upon seeing her mistress, the android shuffled her feet nervously. "Welcome home, madam…"
"Don't give me that bullshit. What's she doing here?"
"She is just visiting an old friend," Jinx supplied, tilting back her glass and draining the last dregs of fruit juice. "Ah! That really hit the spot."
If she kept grinding her teeth together like this, there would be nothing left but stubs. "You've been letting this little criminal take refuge here while I've been gone!?"
"Hey now, there's no need to get all loud and mean. I've been on my best behavior."
"You've made a fucking mess."
"Better your house than the city?"
In a fucked up way, she kind of had a point.
There really was no arguing with the Loose Cannon. She should know that by now.
"Why are you really here, kid? What are you looking for?" Vi straightened her shoulders, looming over the shorter girl in as intimidating a way as she possibly could.
No more vague answers. No more avoiding the subject. She needed to know what was going on in that brilliant, insane mind.
The pinkette was honestly surprised when the gunner lowered her gaze rather than meeting hers with that challenging little smirk that was so at home on her face.
Jinx was never unnerved by anything. They were cut from the same cloth, after all—had come from the same streets.
A small eternity later, red-magenta eyes rose from the countertop and Vi shivered, completely and utterly floored by the heat—the absolute hunger—that burned even more brightly than the madness that swirled therein.
"What if I told you it was you?"
"Oh…"
There was really nothing more to say—just 'oh.'
"So… How long have you—"
"A long, long time."
"Oh…"
"Yup."
Vi rested her arm over her eyes, an incredulous laugh leaving her. Had someone told her years ago that she would be lying side-by-side with her nemesis in her bed, she would have introduced their face to her hextech gauntlets.
"You've got the worst timing, kid. I'm going through some shit right now like you wouldn't believe."
"You mean Hatlady? I got your back."
Her blood went cold and she sat up. "… What did you do?"
"Gosh, why do you always assume the worst of me?" At the bruiser's unimpressed look, she grinned. "Alright, alright, I deserve that."
"Hmph." The pinkette slumped back into the plush bedspread. "So what did you do?"
"I just created another mess—the usual."
"Ain't that the truth."
The pair laughed companionably and the silence that followed was comfortable… Who would have thought?
"Hey, Vi?"
"Mm?"
The slim young woman shifted, the bed sinking slightly under her weight. Her face came up in the pinkette's peripheral and the smile curving her lips wasn't crazed, but shy.
"Can I… Kiss you?"
She had thought that her heart only did that when Caitlyn was involved… Apparently she had been wrong.
"Y-yeah, Why not?"
Jinx's lips were chapped and Vi couldn't help but notice the way gloved hands trembled nervously, but somehow the quick, chaste contact was enough to make her heart flutter like the wings of a baby bird attempting its first take-off.
Holy shit, what was with that sappy line of thought?
"Oh…"
Now it was Jinx's turn to look utterly flabbergasted.
Because, really, what more was there to say?
The Next Morning…
Vi yawned and stretched, a small smile curving her lips as her sleepy mind replayed the events from the night before. Jinx had been there with her until the crack of dawn and the two had shared stories of old times.
/ "Hey, kid, what's your name?"
"V-Vi…"
"Weird name."
"Hmph. What's yours?"
The bluette smiled amicably. "I dunno."
"And you say I'm weird?"
"You bet'cha."
"I'm gonna call you… Blue."
"Real creative, pinky."
"My name's VI!"
She burst into laughter, reaching out and pinching the bad-attitude twerp's cheek. "Yeah, yeah. I heard you. You've got quite a set of pipes there, 'Vi'." Red eyes flicked to somewhere beyond the pinkette. "What do you say we get out of here?"
"Where are we going?"
The girl gestured grandly. "The City of Progress!" /
"Hmm…"
"Madam?"
"I don't think I'm going to work today, Em. It's time I had a vacation."
"The Sheriff won't be pleased to hear that."
Was Caitlyn ever pleased with her?
"She'll get over it." The bruiser swung her legs over the edge of the bed. "Where'd Jinx go?"
Since when had she started calling the blue-haired psychopath by name?
"She told me she would return by nightfall."
"Like a damn stray." For some reason, the though made her chuckle. "Might as well start breakfast."
"Right away, madam."
-End Chapter-
Aww… I like these two :3 Next, we explore the past! Seatbelts, everyone.